emmanuel dearsly

13th of November 2014, has been a painful memory to me. The Islamic terrorists attacked Gombi LGA Adamawa State.  They came shooting sporadically, the soldiers ran away, and that gave the terrorists the privilege to kill so many people especially those who were not able to run for their lives. before the attack, my dad had taken us out of the town. However, he was left with my mother and my elder brother. My mother and my brother ran into the bush but they had no idea where my father was, as he was not picking his calls at that time. He later called when the shooting had subsided and requested that he wanted to go home and eat if there was food at home. Though my mother and my brother were still in a hideout in the bush. when they came back in the morning, my father was dead.

After the death of my father I lost hope. I thought I was going to be useless because when my father was alive we never went to government school but when he died we immediately went back to government school because my mother could not afford to pay all our school fees, we started doing much of the farm works and other things just to survive.